Sonnet II (Juan Boscan Poems)
2.Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrillssoothing me ( when I'm dreaming that I dreamt ).Honesty deceived, yet I will be ...
2.Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrillssoothing me ( when I'm dreaming that I dreamt ).Honesty deceived, yet I will be ...
Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please,Your Passion now is but a dull disease;With worn-out Sighs deceive some ...
One day the Supreme Being took it into his head to give a great banquet inhis palace of azure.All the ...
Neither the most agreeable Argentines,Nor the race tracks on the Pampas,Have the power to distract from his bad moodThe Consul ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
This wearisome and this distressing sleep That we call life, O how dost thou support, My Pepoli? With what hopes ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan. He felt sleepy but, as ...
They lived together thirty years,I Through storm and sunshine, weal and woe;They shared each other's hopes and fears - She ...
Shall I give you white currants? I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit. ...
(For Aline) Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of ...
I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, "Yes." And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
I. The Minor Poet His little trills and chirpings were his best. No music like the nightingale's was born Within ...
This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with steady force, Maintains its balance on most ...
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